Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.